the air tears at my skin - robbing my veins of the life i had hoped to have. you killed a part of me tonight and left the frozen air to finish the job. so now i realize the cowardice you kept behind your bloodshot eyes and awkward frame was calling the shots...and i was left depleted - grinning like a retard who thought you were there when you'd retreated. i'm slowing down into a shallow circle while my heartbeat fills the gaps between sporadic and failing gasps. i'm face down in the mud with eyes still bruised and purple while my heartbeat fills the gaps between sporadic and failing gasps...and i swear if i could take this knife out of my back, i would - but between the loss of blood and the loss of my trust in you, i don't think it'd do any good. if love existed we wouldn't be so soft and easy to ruin.